The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jul 21, 2013 15:54:11 GMT -6
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"Because it isn't. We're inside, there's air conditioning, it's not hot." Persi was out of patience. Not so much that he was willing to get up and go looking for someone else to deal with Aiden yet, but plenty for it to be audible in his tone. If Aiden bothered to listen, anyway, which Persi was beginning to doubt he would.
"That's how ski slopes make snow." Well, bad snow for skiing, and they sprayed water into frozen air instead of tossing it into freezers, but close enough.
"Yeah." That was generally what 'you go find him' meant, as far as Persi was aware. Aiden seemed to speak English, though he seemed not to understand what the word 'hot' mean, so who knew. "You want to get rid of snow, you want to make everything cold, you can go find someone."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jul 21, 2013 14:09:50 GMT -6
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"It is a proper temperature, so apparently yes, you would." Persi didn't know how many more times he would have to repeat this, but he was already sick of it. Maybe he should go find someone that Aiden would actually listen to.
"Snow is just little pieces of ice. Even I remember that. Did your school not have a science class?" Persi might envy that, depending on what science was replaced with. As long as it wasn't gym, really, it wouldn't be worse....
"Well if you can find someone who'll trade them, I will." If he was stuck with being a mutant, he could at least be a mutant that could do something.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jul 21, 2013 13:34:20 GMT -6
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Persi did see. Specifically, he saw that Aiden was now poking random nearby objects. It wasn't a very persuasive argument for the boy's sanity. "It's still not hot."
Persi gave Aiden an annoyed look, then deliberately focused back on his sketchbook. "I think that the big bases get several. Like you have snow and that teacher has ice. I doubt there are more of me. And you can go find him yourself, if you want to be cold that much."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jul 13, 2013 14:51:50 GMT -6
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"...Are you hallucinating?" Persi was entirely certain that it was not a hundred. Maybe seventy, but he was beginning to doubt that too, as he thought about it. And he wasn't imagining it, the goosebumps said so. So Aiden must be. Whether Aiden would be able to tell that he was hallucinating Persi had no idea; it seemed too obvious to not realize, but then not knowing something was a hallucination always seemed to be the point of a hallucination. Maybe hallucinations all radiated some sort of aura of believability.
Persi blinked as Aiden sat up, and immediately fell back down. "...Are you sick?" Or hurt, would be Persi's more immediate guess, considering the 'ow's that were being repeated, but asking that would seem more like he cared. Asking if someone was sick could be accusing them of something being wrong with them, or just not wanting to be sick himself. Plus, Aiden had brought the subject up first. He didn't seem to notice, though, since he was still talking. "I don't... actually there probably is a mutant that can switch mutations, isn't there?" And, really, it didn't matter what mutation Persi had at all. But if Aiden had his, then maybe Aiden could go back wherever he was from and pretend not to be a mutant anymore. "Yeah, sure, if we can find him."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 28, 2013 21:28:39 GMT -6
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Persi blinked, and glanced around the room as if it could explain Aiden's nonsense. It didn't seem to; the room looked the same as ever, which included being distinctly cool, if anything. Granted Aiden seemed to be extra sensitive to heat, and it would make sense that he was with the snow and all, but normally he didn't object to temperatures that certainly seemed warmer than this to Persi. The room gave no more explanation than Aiden did.
"Dunno. People talk about it, though." In the sort of vague, indirect ways that they talked about secrets, like liking a terrible band, but with less shame and more excited embarrassment. Persi had no clue why, or why anyone cared, and had long ago agreed with Aiden's assessment of stupidity.
And Aiden was apparently still convinced it was hot. Persi checked his arm, and found it in a state just prior to goosebumps. So he wasn't imagining the temperature, then, probably. He'd heard of things where the brain tricked the body into being sick, but this didn't seem like one of those. Anyway, if it was colder, he'd feel colder, even if he shouldn't actually be cold yet. "It's already cold, I'm not making it colder. Anyway, I can't, you're the one that makes snow, remember?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 28, 2013 1:46:51 GMT -6
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"And you have equally serious issues if you think I'm scary." Possibly worse issues, in fact; Ace had seen some movie years ago that gave him a temporary phobia of bunnies with sharp teeth, and Persi had heard of caterpillars with poisonous spines. Not lethal poison, that he knew of, but then neither were mosquito bites or poison ivy, and people reserved plenty of fear and hatred for them.
Persi raised his eyes to give the kid a flat look before idly reaching out and tapping the offered hand with a pencil. "That has been the deal, and will continue to be the deal, even if you get around to actually not bothering me."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 28, 2013 1:42:25 GMT -6
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"Oh, I believe you." There really wasn't much trust needed to believe that eating was better than being shot. Admittedly, Persi was more used to thinking of 'being shot' as involving guns than over-aggressive bird boys with bows and arrows, but he didn't really need to be convinced that arrows would hurt to. They'd gone surprisingly deep into the tree already... which made Persi feel slightly bad for the tree. There were things you could cover holes in trees with to prevent bugs from getting into them and hurting the tree, right? Maybe he should get--no, wait, he still needed a job. Damn it.
"Silverware might be dangerous. There are mutants here." Persi's tone was humorous. It might, perhaps, be bad humor, but the idea of assuming he was safe anywhere in a building full of mutants amused him. He didn't actually expect to be hurt in the kitchen--if he had, humor would not have been his reaction at all--but it was always a possibility. Besides, anything anyone did to kill people with silverware would have to look ridiculous.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 28, 2013 1:30:59 GMT -6
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The unproductive flailing was only seen out of the corner of Persi's eye, so he wasn't aware of precisely what Aiden had done, beyond somehow moving. The blur of sounds was almost as indistinguishable, though Persi managed to sort it out after several seconds. "I'm not being loud." Once he understood he would have made a confused face at Aiden, if he hadn't already been making one at whatever Aiden had said. And that thought brought more confusion; Aiden didn't normally slur like that. Was he drunk or something? And how had he managed to get drunk in the first place? Persi had not gotten the impression that sneaking alcohol into the Mansion would be easy, though Aiden had been disappearing enough recently. Even if he'd managed that, though, it seemed like Persi would have noticed something, since they were roommates (however unwillingly).
Although, now that Persi actually looked over from where he was sitting on his own bed (and saw no sign of alcohol, though that didn't necessarily prove that theory wrong), he could at least see why Aiden's attempt at moving had been indistinguishable. "What are you doing, trying to tie yourself to the bed?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 21, 2013 23:35:34 GMT -6
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Persi would really prefer to have kept sleeping. Sleeping was nice; it erased time, and he didn't remember much, but distinctly never remembered any misery. He much preferred being asleep to being awake.
His sheet and blanket had somehow gotten onto the floor while he slept, though, and the air conditioning was a bit too cold for him to be comfortable in it. So awake he was, and he'd slept enough that getting back to sleep (at least, after getting out of bed, retrieving the sheet and blanket, detangling them, and getting them back on the bed) wasn't likely. He didn't bother to attempt it, though he did mutter several curses at the sheet and blanket while he fixed them, without being entirely aware what he was saying. Once he was aware enough to realize he'd gotten onto something about "and the pixies can turn you into flowers' dresses--" he cut himself off.
Once the bed was, if not made, at least in one piece again, Persi stood staring at it for a moment as his brain hissed insults at him for making it work, then checked the clock. Apparently he hadn't slept quite as long as it felt, so getting back to sleep might have been an option. Ugh. Well, it wasn't now; he grabbed clothes and headed for the showers.
Persi... had no real idea what to do once he got back, though. He eventually settled for grabbing a sketchbook, climbing back on his bed (it was comfortable, even if he couldn't sleep now) and starting to idly flip through it. He'd probably think of something to draw fairly quickly.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 12, 2013 14:05:10 GMT -6
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"Yeah." Carrying pizza was not exactly a difficult task, although reaching them while staying in Aiden's way was a little more difficult. Persi hesitated until Cafas seemed to be in Aiden's way, then left for the counter to ask for a box for the pizza. He figured they could all go in the same box; it wasn't like they wouldn't fit, and there was no need to make the restaurant give them three, since the restaurant paid for the boxes and they weren't. Plus, they had two boxes right by the counter, but they would've had to go get a third, so only one was faster.
The pizza fit just fine into the box, though it was fairly close to full and the pizza had to overlap some. Oh well, it was pizza; it wasn't like having one slice touch the other was going to ruin them, or even be noticeable. Persi still had to hurry to catch up with Cafas and Aiden.
The cab was... awkward. And seemed even smaller than the one on the way out had seemed. Persi did his best to stay against the window and not take up any space. Keeping the pizza box from taking up any was harder; it wasn't able to squish the way people could.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 11, 2013 16:22:52 GMT -6
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"Er--" Okay, Persi hadn't really put much thought into what reaction he expected, but that wasn't it. He blinked at Aiden. "Are... you okay?" Persi wasn't entirely sure he should be asking that, either, but it was the only thing he could think of... and did seem to be a valid question.
Cafas's reaction... did not tell Persi anything. Or at least, nothing useful. It did tell him that Cafas was surprisingly capable of being scary, and Persi edged first a bit away from Cafas, even though he wasn't the target of the orders, and then slid his chair back into Aiden's way.
Really? Hurt or dead? That seemed a bit extreme. Granted, Aiden looked... well, terrible, and Persi did not want to look at that expression any more, but still. Hurt or dead seemed like it would be a bit of an exaggeration. Persi stayed in Aiden's way, though, anyway.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 10, 2013 17:09:33 GMT -6
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Jude, apparently, did not have the same issues with thinking of what to say that Persi did. Of course, Jude apparently thought it was normal to fake kiss fake boyfriends half his age for the sake of a phone contest, so that probably helped. "We do?" Persi didn't bother with whispering, fake or otherwise; his mind was a bit too busy flailing at the last five minutes to pay attention. It also wasn't paying enough attention to notice himself signing Blake Blair on the forms the announcer passed out and collected. The second B was lower case, like he'd been signing it for years, to make it less obviously alliterative.
And then they were back on stage, and Persi couldn't look at the crowd or at Jude without blushing again, because fake kiss. Which, mainly, resulted in a lot of blushing, since he didn't know where else to look.
Persi mostly ignored the hand squeezing his; it was really not significant after fake kiss! as his brain was still screaming, and anyway, he was distracted. By the attempts not to blush, and also by the drumroll, which was entirely unnecessarily dramatic and suspenseful and they really didn't need to be wasting time on that instead of just saying--
"Alex and Jude!"
--oh. Persi... had not honestly expected that. He blinked, then smiled, which was only partly deliberate. At least the humiliation (fake kiss!) wasn't pointless.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 10, 2013 16:25:49 GMT -6
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Not afraid of him? Persi rolled his eyes. "Oh, congratulations. And since you're so brave, I suppose you're not scared of the dreaded bunny rabbit either, huh? Or the most terrifying of all, the caterpillar?" Scared of Persi? Well of course not, you idiot. What was there about Persi to be afraid of? Certainly nothing Persi was aware of. The worst Persi could do was draw an unflattering caricature.
Persi rolled his eyes again, though more deliberately. That would be annoying, but he was hardly going to tell the brat that. Besides, he was used to tuning out TVs. He waved the hand with a pencil in the TV's direction. "Feel free, so long as you shut up."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 10, 2013 12:23:38 GMT -6
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"No, it wasn't the room." Persi was somewhat surprised that a room was capable of snowing, especially snowing in such a specific area, but he supposed it could combine extremely cold air with some sort of water mist, like ski slopes did... or that hard light stuff that Persi still wasn't sure was actually real. Either way, it probably couldn't make it snow all the way out here, and the water on his arm had seemed real. "There was a little snow here, too, when that guy almost walked into you. It landed on my arm." He held the snowed on arm up a bit to demonstrate, even though the water was gone and it was awkward to hold the arm up and hold pizza at the same time. Hm. He dropped the arm again.
"So, it was probably you. I know I can't do anything with snow. Unless your room can make weather out here?" Persi eyed Cafas--who was eating peppers, ew--as he started eating his own pizza. He was fairly sure the room couldn't do that. It seemed like a stupid thing to include in what the room could do, unless it was harder to limit the room than to just leave it able to influence everywhere.
...Okay, that was pretty creepy to think about, actually. Persi really hoped the snow was Aiden. The room being able to do that sounded like a very good start to a horror story.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jun 9, 2013 23:35:55 GMT -6
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"I'll keep that in mind, if you ever stand up to one." Personally, Persi doubted that would happen; seven year olds didn't tend to fare well against bullies, even if they were apparently capable of pretending not to be seven year olds. Clearly he couldn't pretend that well, if falling over once managed to knock him back. Granted, he then turned back into the older version pretty quickly... but still, it wasn't very impressive.
And the kid was smirking. Really. Or trying to; it wasn't a very easy thing for little kids to do, overall. Persi smirked back without trying to. "Now, what part of go away aren't you understanding? I can always try explaining it for you."
